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I remember the summer when Lunapop were everywhere. Those songs undeniably had a youthful freshness that could captivate for a moment, but it was all terribly ephemeral (while on TV some well-paid buffoon bragged about the "new Italian Beatles"). As for Cremonini's solo career, I find his most famous compositions to be of a less than amateur level. If I pick up my guitar and you give me twenty minutes, I think I could write stuff like that. D major, B minor, G major, a few words taken from a cheap novel by Moccia, and there you have Cremonini. I can write stuff like that too. He may be charming, but he’s an incredibly overrated character. At least for me.

a record among my favorites. Perhaps, after Patti Smith in her golden years and even Sabrina Salerno today if you like, Germano is the female musician I love the most.

the review is very nice.
The music isn't for me, too many erudite words for a record of this kind. They aren't real punk (if such a thing still exists), they embrace punk out of affinity, which is a different thing. But I held on for a minute.

For me, this duo of musicians meant Eden (1984), one of the finest albums of the 80s. I'm not exaggerating, and I assure you, Abraham, that many share this sentiment. The second album, Love Not Money (1985), is also partially captivating. Then it all ended. Everything that came after was respectable craftsmanship. At some point, I completely lost track of them.

This stuff is really garbage that doesn't deserve to take up our precious time. What I can suggest is to give Eden a try. But I warn you that this album captivated a lot of people AT THE TIME, meaning it was deeply rooted in its historical context, the mid-80s. I wouldn't be surprised if listening to it again today doesn’t have the same effect. I don’t have the courage to give it another listen; I’m afraid it might upset me.

I also join Woodstock and the others. Nice review.

The mondo-movies! What a blast from the past when, around '76 or '77, they were aired at 3 in the morning on Televox. They were an incredible manipulation of reality, aimed at serving up a bit of soft pornography in the regular cinema circuit. Countries like the Netherlands, Sweden, and Denmark were literally reinvented with a cheeky and morbid flavor. Not to mention the horrific ones, like "Mondo Cane" by Jacopetti, full of cannibals with huge dicks and stunning semi-nude African queens. A master of this genre was Piero Umiliani. Carlo Frajese is the first time I’ve heard of him. I wonder if he was related to Marina, the historic porn actress. Maurice Haylett, it’s always a pleasure to read you.

more or less my average mood this summer. But now I feel better.
When I saw the title of the piece, I immediately thought of the last scene of "...e tu vivrai nel terrore! L'aldilà" by that visionary Lucio Fulci. Instead, it has nothing to do with it.
No comments to make. Just five stars for the reviewer, and I’ll reserve my rating for the work.

Woodstock, you have a flair for writing and a talent for intriguing and captivating with rapid references to other musical experiences that I envy. Congratulations, great review.

It seems like a nice review, fluid and comprehensive. It makes you want to get this album.

The review of the month in the Class Journal.
For the next school trip, I'm expecting a nice editorial, make sure of it.